Nothing on the Sea

There was nothing on the sea but me, surmounted on my raft.

My soul fed sheets of golden sun, My Life devoid of tasks.

It was long ago that I surrendered, with my name,

memories of Mortal blight,

acknowledgement of pain.

For on this aimless Journey,

no identity exists,

The body is suffused with warmth,

the Eye of Heaven's gift.

There is no one to report to, no Time and Space to bide,

no keeping up appearances, no justifying pride.

Eventually senility may take a hold my mind,

But I no longer have to hear The judgements

of Mankind.